He set the camera down. The recording ran five more seconds—just the sky, and the distant sound of fireworks beginning.
Then she turned on her webcam, took a breath, and pressed record.
She plugged it in. Among the clutter was a single video file:
Lena found it while cleaning out her late brother’s apartment. The drive was cheap, blue, and scuffed. The only label was a fading marker scribble: IFM 2014 .
That was the last time anyone had touched it.
The thumbnail was a black square.
The file ended.
